Midnight feel…

I decided to write only in the evenings. 

Because then stars start to appear and I try to pile them at the top of my pen and release them on the white sheet of paper creating meaningful words. 

I feel…

Then all of a sudden, as the moon lights up our souls and ignites our love, full phrases touch my lips, forming whispers that I put in your palms as a kind of gratitude. 

You love…

And this is how every day I can steal pieces of heaven and through every cell of my body create a story, a feeling, an infinite moment. 

Ours…

The sky, with his hands full of nights and mornings filled with love, surrenders, handing over to us all of his sunsets and sunrises. 

Out of love…